I was early on trying to understand
telepathy. some inner connectivity. it would dominate now, over half a life
time. the mind is plush with lawns and crevices, weeds and grass—or a
slaughterhouse, or both comforts and pains—rather the latter, or total joy, it
might become painful
happiness. aside a scarlet lace,
next to a lacewing, we imagine the mind typing away. it would become an
obsession, a deviation, an implant into an exospheric dilemma. the soul of the
mind, walking into sagebrush, eating sage-seed, abandoned to a hunch—some
distinguish
as true — so in seeing a person, we
might imagine to hear that person as well. a slingshot to insanity. an
unbuckled seatbelt. the mind bosky with some gatherings, blots of ink, while
some knew for wilderness the truth in the atmosphere. some type of carnival. a
frail inclination. one vetted in
laboratories. some mental cavity,
some soul inside of a soul, the mind as an inlet and gallery—quite
temperamental, unsteady, charming and deliberately incorrect, at points. thought
shrapnel—to suggest, a thought could be passed from one brain to another—while
I believe, this is going to
open a can of possibilities—the
mimicked pain! maybe a sculptress. maybe a sphinx. maybe pure delusion—chasing
me, dancing before me, to sense, it is comparable to all we give meaning. a
clad or unclad mind, a protected or unprotected arc, what are we developing?
trudging through waterweeds, the
virtue of the thick walls, sewn into a different doctrine—familiar to a select
group of spirits. the mind-house, the interior camera, the noble beast. neural
inquiry, mental grounds, the nauseated tigers.
many toils for the one trespassed.
much opulence for the one doing the trespassing—while it would go both ways. to
sense a line, scribbled in sand, wiggly, wobbly, the dangers of the technique,
one would have to be virtuous. maybe some delicate state, in which, one could
complete the chore. maybe a decent brain is impervious, where a slanted brain
is open to experiments.
the making of a legacy. deeply connected
to meditation. dearly associated with mantras. with each mile, we get a little
closer, or we sink into more delusion.
